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Preference 06: You Get Hurt

Bran Stark:

Originally posted by primogenial

  You were both riding around Winterfell when you had hit a branch and fallen from your horse.

  “She’s awake, my Lord.” The Maester said and Bran nodded to Hodor who picked him up, and carried him into the room.

“Set him on the bed, Hodor.” You spoke weakly, smiling at the two as the giant obeyed, “Thank you.”

  “Hodor.” The man said with a smile as he left and you turned to Bran and grabbed his hand. But before you got the chance to speak, Bran cut up off.

  He squeezed your hand and sighed, his lip trembling slightly as he said, “I’m sorry..”

“Bran you did nothing what are you sorry-”

“I couldn’t do anything but run.” He spoke sadly, “All I could do was run and help, leaving you to get kidnapped or killed or-” You hugged him tightly and shushed him.

“Bran… You couldn’t have done anything else. You saved me.” You kissed his forehead and he moved up so your lips were touching. He smiled against  your lips as you pulled apart.

“I will never let you get hurt again, my darling Y/N. Never.”


  Joffrey Baratheon:

Originally posted by gameoftoasts

“Were in the seven hells is she?!” The King exclaimed as soon as The Maester told him. “How could her guards let this happen?”

“In her room, your grace.” The old man spoke with compassion, “She is recovering and is hardly harm-”

“And the men who tripped her? And broke her? Where are they?”

“In the dungeons.” His mother said, “Awaiting your word.”

“Take me to my lady.” He demanded the Kingsguard who served as his new favorite and the man nodded, leaving without being dismissed from anyone else. He bolted in unannounced and grabbed your hand, kissing it then kissing up your arm. “My lady.” He sighed brushing hair from your face. “Are you terribly hurt?”

“No, your grace.” You smiled gently, squeezing his hand, “Just a broken ankle. I should be up and walking again within a fortnight.”

Joffrey scowled, “How dare those bastards! I’ll have their heads!”

“Joff.” You sighed, taking his hand, “Please tell me you haven’t-”

The boy scoffed, “Not yet.”

  “Please don’t…” She spoke softly, “Let them go. Please.”

Joffrey sighed angrily, standing and giving an unheard order to the guards and then sat back besides his lover. “If it pleases my lady, it shall be done.”


Jamie Lannister:

Originally posted by gifthetv

He ran to you as soon as you fell, pulling you to your feet, this caused you to giggle a bit.

“It is just a tiny cut on my leg Jamie.” You sighed, looking into his beautiful Lannister green eyes, “You do not need to panic.”

“A tiny cut on your leg that rendered you unconscious for two days.” He scoffed, “I still don’t understand why think you should go into battle.”

You sighed, not sure how to reply. Yes, your leg hurt bad but you knew you couldn’t stress him more than he already was. Not caring how Jamie would reply, you went with the truth.

“I couldn’t sit by and do nothing.” You sighed softly, “I couldn’t sit by and let you die. Even if that meant a sword slicing my leg. Even if that means death.”

Jamie smiled slightly and picked you up, causing you to laugh as he peppered your face in kisses.

“I don’t think I am going to let you down.” He sighed when he stopped, his forehead touching yours as he whispered on your lips, “Regardless of if you are going to battle or if you are going to braid your lady’s hair.”


Jorah Mormont:

Originally posted by jornerys

“By the seven-!” You whined as the skin blistered and fizzed.

Daenerys had left you in charged of her three baby dragons and naturally, while you were petting one, the big, black one spat fire at you in jealousy. Jorah, upon hearing your screams of pain ran into the room and demanded the dragons be put back in their cages and fed.

Jorah looked you up down, taking his hand bellow your chin to meet his eyes as he began to tend your burn.

He started by pouring alcohol on it, this burned and caused you to cry out and Jorah shhhed you, putting the ointment onto the burn which soothed your cries and wrapping it up an leaf bandage. Then he engulfed you in the tightest embrace you could imagine.

“I’m sorry to worry you.” You sighed, kissing his chest, “It didn’t hurt that bad.”

“That was the worse burn I have ever seen. I haven’t seen flame caused the skin to bubble and fizz like that before. You had a reason to cry out.”

You nodded and placed your arms on his shoulders, “I know. I just hate seeing you all worked up and panicked.”

He smiled and ran his hands through your hair and smiled, making vows to never leave you with the Queen’s dragons again.


Jojen Reed:

Originally posted by valyrios

  “Let her be.” You spat at the men. “She is nothing. A peasant compared to what I am.”

“Aye?” The man stroking Meera’s cheek asked, “And who are you girl, a highborn bastard?”

  “I am Y/N Bolten. The last true born daughter of Roose Bolten. I am unmarried and remain a virgin. Still I am more than you will ever be and see… At the moment.” You spoke numbly as the men stared at you in shock, “This is Meera and Jojen Reed. The cripple is Bran Stark. I am more than they will ever be. I’m the Princess of the North. Tell me, what would my father do should you return me, the Stark boy, and the Reed children to him?” He raised his eyebrows, “They would bind you to me.”

Slowly, they walked to you and undid your binds while another let Meera down and threw her to her brother. Then he struck you so hard you fell to the ground. You winced as you heard a cry of panic from all your friends (A “HODOR” from Hodor) even from Bran to your surprise.

  “Do you honestly think I care about who-”

You spat in his face, “We flay people. That’s what we are known for. Bring me home and my father will-” He struck you again, this time causing you to cough blood as he drew a dagger and pushed you to the ground dragging it against your skin. But you did not cry. “Is that supposed to hurt?” You laughed, blood spilling from your busted lip “I’ve done worse to men like you and they cried for their mothers.”

With an angered sigh, he tore your shoulder furs off and threw them to Bran. Then he dove the knife into the pads of your shoulders, slowly removing a chunk of your skin as you cried out in pain. He then continued with the other blade as silence fell. That was until Jojen laughed.

“Whatcha laughing at boy?” He said, moving his leg off you, “You want me to hurt her more?”

“You are going to die tonight.” Jojen laughed. “Your body will burn. And she will live. And remain an unmarried virgin until I ask her.”

  The man echoed his laughter, “And how do you know this?”

  You heard screaming outside but blacked out before you got sense of what’s going on.

“She’s waking up now.”

  “Damn. I was hoping that she would be out for this.”

A burning sensation spread through your body and you gasped in pain, sitting up. “No, my love.” Jojen came into view, pushing you back into the snow, “Squeeze my hand.” You obeyed as Meera closed the wounds on your shoulder with flame.

You didn’t cry or even tear up. You just smiled at Jojen and looked into his eyes.

“You are doing well.” He smiled at you, “One more…. One more and I promise that I will not let anyone tough you again


Jon Snow:

Originally posted by fuckyeahhousestark

"Okay I’m going to to pull it out are you ready?”

You hugged the tree and nodded as his hands met the arrow that had plunged through your stomach and nodded.

  “Alright.” He spoke calmly, “One. Two-”

“Damn just do it already!” You cursed and suddenly felt an ache being removed from your chest and a hole inside your body as Jon quickly began to wrap your center up while you cursed. Jon imeadiatly shhed you as your curses sailed loud. “Hurry I want milk of the poppy.”

Jon smiled lightly and picked you up in your arms, “You cursed like a Greyjoy, you do know that right?” Hiting him gently before leaning into the warmth of his furs, you allowed him to cradle you like a child as you muttered curses against his skin.

“It’s not funny.” You whimpered, “You take an arrow. See how it feels.”

“I did.” He smirked. “Three and I am still alive.”

“Oh shut up.” You glared and he laughed. “I love you Jon Snow.” You sighed in defeat.

“Aye. I do love you as well. And I promise not to let you get hurt on a hunt again… Or maybe your hunting days are at an end…”

“Jon Snow..” You glared, “If you dare threaten to take away my hunts you’ll be the next one taking an arrow through your gut.”


Tommen Baratheon:

Originally posted by young-owlet

Tommen winced and cried as they plucked pieces of glass from your leg.

“Tommy.” You sighed gently, stroking his face and running his around, “I am alright. They are almost done.”

He nodded, thanking the Maesters for their help as he turned away, stiches being sewn up your leg and Tommen squeezed your hand fiercely as he whined again. He closed his eyes and brought your other hand to his palm as he attempted to breathe in attempts to calm your sobbing.

When the door closed you moved him to the bed, slowly and brought his ear to your lips. “They are gone my love. You may open your eyes.”

He did not hesitate to hug you tight. So much it made you wince. You chuckled.

“Careful now. We don’t want to tear the stiches.” Tommen sighed in agreement and let go and he looked at you, running his hands through your hair which learned had calmed him down. “Why are you angry my love?”

He bit his lip and shook his head, “I am pissed that the servant couldn’t even bother to look where they were-”

You kissed his lips softly and he responded with his anger, hands trailing down to your waist.

“That wasn’t you Tommy.” You sighed, hugging him as you stroked his back, “You aren’t him Joff.”

Nodding he kissed your neck, his face laying on his lower neck. Then a chuckled and smile spread across his lips.

“I guess it means that I can’t let you leave my side again.”

You smirked and laid on top of his head, “If it pleases his grace, it will be done.”

Theon Greyjoy:

Originally posted by sleepingwiththe-light-on

You gasped for air as you were yet again plunged down into the waves.

The people on the deck screamed and hollered in shock as you looked for the Greyjoy’s or the Queen.

Never thought this was how I would die. You sighed as you were forced gasp of air as the sweet sea began to fill your lungs. Caving into your inevitable death you closed your eyes and embraced the darkness. Let it be quick and merciful please.

But deep down you wouldn’t be as you could feel yourself choking on the water as it slowly itched the breath and life out of you, making you cold and going insane in the water.

I am sorry Theon. I hope you can forgive me.

Bright light shined into the pupils of your eyes causing you to begin to cough up water, fading in and out of consciousness as Theon pressed his lips to yours, breathing oxygen into your lungs as the darkness took over you.

“C'mon Y/N!” The weak and breathless voice of Theon spoke, “Please… Please..”

You gasped and coughed as Theon sighed happily and brought you into his arms as you began to sob.

“I won’t let you go. Not like that… Not on my watch..”


Tyrion Lannister:

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

“Are you in a lot of pain my lady?”

You looked up at him, a small smile on your face and shook your head no. Sighing, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips.

“What even happened? The Maester would not tell me.” Tyrion asked, concern filling his eyes, “I am sorry for prying. I know I shouldn’t I just-”

Kissing his hand again you chuckled, “You have a right to know and pry my love. And you must promise should I tell you that you will not go and take rash actions.”

Chuckling at this, he grabbed your hand than already wasn’t holding yours and stroked your knuckled, “Rash, my love? I would never.” You echoed the laughter and squeezed his hand.

“It was Joffrey, my love.” You sighed, your face falling, “Bashed me against a wall. But I am going to be okay… I promise. I haven’t gotten a concussion or anything yet. I even slapped him.. I think…”

Tyrion scoffed but forced a smile, “So you wish me not to strike him to Esos, so I shalln’t. I am just happy that you are ok-Wait you hit him?!”

Boyfriend!Youngjae

Originally posted by jypnior

  • goofy babes
  • you’re always giggling together and having a good time
  • he’s suddenly super (DUPER!!!) outgoing and loud when you’re around
  • he either feels free when he’s around you
  • or he wants to impress you
  • he’d be a touchy boyfriend,
  • VERY handsy
  • he’d also be the type of boyfriend to be completely okay with checking your teeth for food or lipstick
  • “hey,” would have a new meaning between the two of you because most of the time you’d follow with turning to him or sitting on his lap and smiling like a dork hoping that he’d fix whatever was going on in your mouth
  • that got specific
  • happily accepting his invites to MV shoots or other things
  • he loves having you around
  • he lowkey pictures what your children would look like
  • allows you to pluck his eyebrows when needed.
  • plucks yours if you ask
  • showering together or not showering at all
  • taking care of him as well
  • B E S T spooning in the world whether he be big spoon or little spoon
  • when big spoon; his chin/mouth is glued to your shoulder!! his arm is draped over your body as he sleepily hangs onto the remote control to the tv
  • as a little spoon; Youngjae has your hands tightly intertwined with his and brought up to his lips. sleepily, his lips are puckered and kissing your hands.
  • loves involving you in his artistic endeavours!!
  • his phone background would be a pic he took of you and coco
  • you also posted the picture to your instagram
  • HONESTLY
  • BEING THE DORKIEST PARENTS EVER
  • YOU’RE KIDS ARE NEVER NOT EMBARRASSED BY THE TWO OF YOU
  • surprises you with coffee or pastries at work
  • surprising you at work
  • then you surprise him while he’s working and he reacts as if it’s the first time someone has ever done something nice EVER
  • really close with each other’s family and/or close friends
  • picking up some of his mannerisms and having the other members point it out
  • dancing together in either one of your bedroom
  • jumping on the bed together
  • youngjae trying to hit a high note in an I.U song and falling to his knees on the bed trying to catch his breath
  • cupping his faCE TO KISS HIM when calming him down
  • being there for him if he’s feeling anxious about a performance
  • kissing him before he goes on stage
  • Yugyeom giggling and following Youngjae onto the stage after the kiss
  • giving him backHUGS
  • you’re both always in #backhug mode if you’re chilling in a room together (and standing)
  • like magnets
  • tending to his hair if it’s out of place
  • being adored by the public +  iGOT7s
  • he’d be the type of boyfriend to put up with you squishing his cheeks together and playing with his face
  • he’d just love being that close and intimate with you

-Admin Mars

coralreefskim  asked:

81 with shallura maybe? :3

81 - “Sweet dreams.”


It’s late on the main flight deck of the castle. Most of the rooms are dark now, and the faint light from the flight deck bleeds into the hall. Shiro’s eyes are beginning to sting as he pours over maps on his computer. He’s trying to follow Pidge’s algorithms to predict the next Galra attack, but at this time of night, all the stars and constellations are blending together. He rubs his eyes and sighs.

“Alright, I’m done.” Allura loudly groans on the other side of the room. She flops in her chair and turns her screen off with a beep. Her long hair is starting to unfurl out of her usual pristine bun. She pulls her robe tighter around her body and shivers.

“I can’t look at this anymore. I think i’ll go crazy.” She chuckles. Her voice is soft, but carries in the wide expanse of the still room. Shiro swivels on his chair in time to watch her stand and start to walk towards the exit. Her light robe drags on the ground like an elegant train. In the dim light, against a sea of stars, she fully embodies what Shiro grew up believing a princess would look like.

“I’m sorry to abandon you.” She smiles over her shoulder at him.

“Don’t be. I’ll be going to bed soon too.”

Allura’s eyes narrow skeptically. Shiro nods with understanding. Her concern is reasonable.

“I promise.” He assures. 

Allura smiles and gives a polite nod.

“Goodnight, Shiro.”

“Sweet dreams, Princess.”

Allura halts in her steps. She turns her body to fully face Shiro and her expression is one of curiosity. Shiro stares back in confusion.

“What was that?” She asks.

“Uh… sweet dreams?” He replies. Allura smiles wider. 

“Is that an Earth sentiment?” She leans on the back of a chair. Her voice is louder now and there’s a teasing quality to it. Shiro laughs and crosses his arms.

“I suppose it is. Alteans don’t know ‘sweet dreams’?” His head quirks to an angle like a puppy’s. Allura finds it endearing.

“No, or at least not that I remember.” Allura’s eyebrows crinkle with thought. “To children we would say ‘rest hard’”

Shiro laughs louder at that.

“So aggressive.” He muses. Allura nods with him.

“I suppose it does sound a bit confronting.” She pulls herself up straight again and ties her robe around her waist. 

“Not as cute as ‘sweet dreams’ anyway.” She smirks. 

Allura hovers for a moment, seemingly debating whether to keep speaking or to turn and continue her way to her bed chambers. She bites her bottom lip and nervously grabs and releases the chair in front of her. The silence stretches between them.

“You should rest, Princess.” Shiro offers. Allura sighs deeply. Her hand falls to her side and she stands to her full height.

“Yes, I believe I should.” She begins to move off.

“Sweet dreams.” Shiro repeats. Allura smiles wide and waves over her shoulder.

“I hope your dreams are delicious as well!” She calls.

Shiro laughs loudly and Allura exits with a renewed energy in her step.  

A Little Too Late Part 6

Title: A Little Too Late Part 6

Characters: Gabriel, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Balthazar

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 971

Warnings: angst

A/N: I thought since you all got me to 300, I would put out three fics today! So here is the 6th part to this series!  Just a note on this series, as I am writing it.  It may not seem like it should be categorized as a Gabriel series, but trust me, it will still be a Gabriel series because we’ll be focusing on him!

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Gabriel’s nostrils flared, “did they hurt you [Y/N]?”  Gabriel took a step forward, trying to remain calm for your sake.  The archangel found it harder to stay calm the longer it took for you to answer.

“Besides knocking me unconscious, cutting my arm, and the lack of basic human needs, I was never harmed,” you informed them.  “It’s what they were planning.”

“What were they planning [Y/N],” Castiel asked, his voice stern.

“Originally they were going to let me die and then feed off of me.  Then the leader had other plans,” you said, trailing off.

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4

This white face comes from three generations of my Romani family living in Wisconsin as “Hungarian immigrants”, refusing to acknowledge their heritage, marrying strictly white people, and even scrubbing their faces and hair with lemon juice to try to lighten their brown skin. It wasn’t until last year that my grandfather gathered his wife, seven children, 27 grandchildren and 12 great grandchildren around to “come out” to us as Rroma and tell us about his family and the horrors they faced. He told us about how they fled, his mother with him in her womb, to Wisconsin just before the Holocaust, and how every day his 6 year old sister came home crying every day because she had slightly darker skin, a long nose, and heavy eyebrows. How his mother would lather her children in sunscreen, make them wear floppy hats and long clothes to protect their skin from darkening any more. His sister would scrub her skin with lemon, and soak her hair in lemon and peroxide to lighten it. No more! No more whitewashing of my people! Today is International Roma Day, and I will not silence my culture any longer. OPRE RROMA!!!

gulfsquid  asked:

STARISH and QUARTET NIGHT taking their family ( the s/o and children/child ) on a family trip. Where would they go and how might they react to the kids being bored / annoying ?

Natsuki - This would be the Shinomiya family’s hundredth time visiting Shining Land. Maybe the ninety-ninth time his kids were still enthused, but now they could only complain. The amusement park was practically the same each time, and they wanted to spend time with their father at a place that just…wasn't there. “Daaaad, can’t we go somewhere else for once?” they whine. Natsuki scratches his head, puzzled. In spite of his older age he continued to enjoy the park, never tiring of its magic. “We’re already here. Open your eyes to the true beauty of this place, and not just what you see on the outside,” Natsuki nodded.

Tokiya - Fukuoka held a different taste than the Ichinose family’s home in Tokyo did. “This is where you grew up?” they inquired to their father, wrinkling their little noses, “Where’s the Shibuya 109, or even Don Quixote? It’s so plain!” Tokiya was taken back slightly, a bit offended that his children would insult the city he’d been raised in. He furrowed his eyebrows, scolding them firmly. “This might not be like Tokyo, but that doesn’t mean you can talk down on it. There are many different kinds of cities in this world, and they all have something wonderful about them. Don’t judge a place before you’ve really seen it!” he chastised. 

Cecil - He realized that taking the family around Agnapolis wasn’t exactly the trip they had in mind, but Cecil found it to be an important lesson for them nonetheless. “Oh, look! Sand, sand, and more sand,” his children would grumble in their car. Cecil frowned. He’d lean closer to his kids and poke the glass of the window. “I don’t see only sand,” he said, “I see brave soldiers sprinting across a sandstorm on their camels, I see the great Wang Shi Tong’s Library rising for the first time in a millennia. You have to use your imagination.”

Ren - Yoyogi Park during the cherry blossom season was crowded with tons of flower viewers, much to the chagrin of Ren’s children. “This is so lame! Why are we spending Dad’s vacation here when we could be in Rome, or Paris?” they protested. Ren flicked their foreheads, holding the hand of his partner tightly. “This is where we met, you know. Cherry blossoms are the flower of our country, and no matter how caught up we get in what we have, we must always remember where we come from,” Ren wisely advised. He gazed deeply into his significant other’s eyes, drawing the adoration of his daughter and fake retching from his son.

Ittoki - The family loved nothing more than a good soccer match on the weekend. Unfortunately, the first time they decided to see the Tokyo Spirits’ game live, it was extremely dull a majority of the time. Neither team scored, and each time someone was about to score, it was a shameful miss. Though Otoya was happy enough to be there with the people he loved, his partner (with little interest in soccer to begin with) and children yawned on the sidelines. “This is history you guys are watching, you know!” Otoya chimed in. “It’s almost impossible for the Tokyo Spirits to not score for this long. Don’t think about the number of points and focus on how hard everyone is playing down there,” he pointed.

Syo - Watching their grandmother conduct an orchestra in this modern era didn’t exactly appeal to Syo’s children as he had wished for. By intermission he found them either on the brink of sleep or already snoring. He’d slam a soft fist into their heads, “Oi, be respectful to your grandma!” Of course, being Syo’s children, they shared a piece of his personality and wanted to argue back, running to his partner to protect them from his wrath. “That’s right, go run crying to Mama! She won’t save you for long!”

Hijirikawa - As an heir to his family’s business, Masato had been invited to a fancy soiree in Karuizawa. Since this would occupy his weekend, he thought it wouldn’t hurt to bring his children with him to their family house in the town. His kids were polite, but that didn’t stop them from pestering him during the party asking to go back to the vacation home because they were bored. Masato sympathized with them, and in place of getting angry, he’d simply kneel to their level and pat their head. “This party is important for our family, so please try to handle it as best you can,” he encouraged.

Ranmaru - They were traveling to Nagano for their long-planned camping trip, now that Ranmaru had a decent break from his tiring schedules. The whole time the kids would pester him with questions, causing him to tighten the grip of his hands on the steering wheel. “If you guys don’t quiet down and leave Papa alone, he’ll turn this car right around!” he threatened in the best patient tone he could muster.

Reiji - An onsen was a place of great relaxation. The destination Reiji had picked in particular was frequented by celebrities, where the inn promised total privacy for its customers. Reclining in the steaming waters, Reiji let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, hey Dad! Watch, watch what I can do! Dad? DAD! You’re not watching!” his son yelled, flailing an arm at his father. “I’m watching, I’m watching,” Reiji insisted, even though his eyes were closed when he tried waving his son’s words away. Moments later the loudest crashing sound could be heard. Sitting up at once, he noticed that the wall separating the gendered baths had collapsed, all because his kid had done something dumb.

AI - His children were thrilled to be at the beach, but they grew annoyed the more they noticed Mikaze staying to the side, sitting under the shade of an umbrella. They’d complain to him, whining at their other parent to do something. “I’m fine where I am, don’t let me ruin your fun,” Mikaze waved his hand at them, going back to reading his book. Fed up, they scooped seawater into their buckets, splashing it all over him. He didn’t look particularly amused, especially since his novel was soaked. “You’re gonna pay!” he heaved a sigh, standing up and sprinting after the troublesome brats.

Camus - “It’s so cold!” Camus’s children cried, shivering in their wool coats as they approached the Silk Palace. The temperatures didn’t really adjust inside of it either, prompting them to pester their father. “Can’t we go back home? We’re gonna freeze!” they pouted. “Patience,” he replied, though it was more like he was trying to tell it to himself. “The Silk Queen requested we visit her, and as nobility we cannot deny her.” Unfortunately their chattering never ceased, so Camus sent them out with his partner to go get some hot cocoa from the kitchen while he personally spoke with the queen.

Holiday part 16

Nick and Judy seemed to have hundreds of eyes on them the moment they step foot in the Hopps household. They exchange a nervous glance before looking at all of the bunnies aound the dinner table. Nick takes the small stack of boxed pies from Judy’s paws and holds it up high for everyone to see it.
“We brought back pie…” He says with an anxious smile, relief washing over him when many of the bunnies cheered and/or exchanged excited nods and chatter…with the exception of Bonnie. With her paws on her hips and a stern look on her face, she marches over to them.
Well it’s about time you two got back. We had no idea what happened to ya! Your father was about to go out and look for y’all!…Well, at least you’re both here now. I saved seats for the both of ya.” Bonnie snaps, her tone stern and frustrated at first, but her anger had melted away quickly. Nick flashes her a sheepish smile, then offers her the stack of pie boxes. Bonnie puts them in the kitchen, planning on bringing them out when it is time for dessert. She then leads Judy and Nick to their seats. Nick looks out into the sea of Judy’s brothers and sisters, noticing that there was a certain bunny missing.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but where is Lilly?” Nick questions. Judy had nearly forgotten about Lilly, what with everything going on, until Nick had said something. Bonnie quickly explains that one of Judy’s older siblings had taken Lilly to the doctor to get checked on and how they had returned a few minutes ago.

“Well what did the doctor say?” Judy asks, her brow furrowed slightly. Bonnie stops in front of their chairs and turns to face them, seeing the concern on their faces. She gives them a warm smile before speaking.
“She’s doing just fine. The doctor said she just needs to take it easy the next few days.”    Nick lets out a sigh of relief upon hearing the news. He scans for the small bunny once again, but still couldn’t spot her.

“But where-” He is cut off when a certain small someone latches onto his leg. He looks down, seeing that his attacker was indeed Lilly, who had a big grin painted on her face. Nick bends down and picks her up, holding her in one arm. Lilly leans against his chest and her ears flatten against her head. The fox glances over at Judy and her mother, then looks back down at the young rabbit, tilting his head.

“Hey, what’s the matter, short stuff? You were all smiles a minute ago.” He says, coaxing Lilly into looking up at him.
“I’m sorry I got you in trouble with my daddy…” She replies, guilt heavy in tone. Nick gives her a small smile.

“It wasn’t your fault, Lilly. I’m sorry too, for tricking you out of your glittery chalk… We still friends?” he asks. She smiles and nods at him. Bonnie then takes the small rabbit from Nick’s hold. “Alright, you two, that’s enough. If ya keep chattin’, your food is gonna get cold. Judy, Nick, please sit down so we can start eatin’. I don’t know about y’all, but I’m mighty hungry.” She quips before walking off with Lilly. Nick and Judy take their seats as food starts to get passed around the table. Judy looks around, noticing someone was missing.

“Nick, do you see Jack anywhere?“ She asks curiously. Nick gives her a puzzled look as he puts some mashed potatoes on his plate. The fox takes a quick look around himself before turning back to Judy.
  “Nope!” He replies with a grin on his face as he passes the potatoes along,“Anyways, who cares?” Judy looks back at Nick,

"It’s just that he never misses a meal… I just wonder what happened.” She says, her voice laced with concern. She turns to face one of her brothers, asking him about Jack’s whereabouts. Nick makes a childish, mocking face behind Judy’s back while she questions the other bunny. ‘She should be happy he is gone!’ Nick thinks as he passes the next dish. Judy turns back to Nick, seeing that he was eating. She places a paw on his arm.
“Apparently he went into town.”
Judy informs her partner. Nick doesn’t look at her, using his fork to make a mashed potato mountain.

“Great the missing jackass is found. Case closed.”
He growls in a low voice so the children would not hear his foul language. Judy raises an eyebrow at Nick’s childish behavior.

“Nicholas, what has gotten into you? Why are you acting like such a child?” she quietly inquires. Nick rolls his eyes and scoffs a bit.

I’m being childish? For a moment there I thought you were about to organize a bunny hunt for your ‘ex’ boyfriend who tried to frame me for hurting your sister.”
He retorts They keep an intense eye contact with each other until they felt the prying eyes of Judy family.That is when they broke eye contact and looked down at their plate, Judy’s family made small talk with one another, but Nick and Judy ignored them and stayed quiet until dinner was over. Judy reached out to Nick by touching his arm.

“ Nick, I’m sorry that I upset you, but you cannot expect me to stop caring about him even if he his is a lying manipulating  jerk.” She said looking up at him and her ears lowered when he wouldn’t look at her. Judy grabbed both of their plates and pushed in her chair, so she was now standing behind him.

“ You are the one I want to be with not Jack, just because I care about him does not mean I still love him. Find me when you’re done being a man child.” She whispered as she heads to the kitchen Nick watch her walk away and he felt ashamed of how he acted he wanted to make it up to her somehow then an idea started to form, but he was going to need help but lucky for him he had an army of bunnies. He rushed into the kitchen where he saw Judy and Bonnie and a few of her older siblings working on dishes.Judy looked up hearing someone run in her ears popped up.

“ Judy! Hey Don’t talk, I’m sorry I am a dumb fox that jumped to conclusions, but I’m going to make it up to you Oh! Do not come outside.” He said quickly then left as fast as he entered for him to come back and give her a quick kiss on the cheek before exiting again making Judy blushed. Meanwhile, no one noticed that Jack had sneaked into the house and made his way upstairs and into Judy’s room where he left a card on her bed and left immediately after totally undetected “ Let’s see whom she chooses Now when she thinks you are the one who crushes her heart.” Jack says with a confident smile as he walks off the property.


In case you joined the story late and want the rest.
part 15

part 14
part 13
part 12
part 11
part 10
part 9
part 8
part 7
part 6b
part 6
part 5
part 4
part 3
part 2
part 1
I want to give a special thanks to scarletgoldenthornsirdoodle92 who has helped edit my story